Written: February - August 1998
Word Count: 362 words
Background Notes: These are two brief cuts from "The Lost Treasure of Juan de la Vega." I think I, again, came up with better ideas for each part after I started writing. It happens. More frequently than you might think, though maybe not after seeing some of these odd little clips.
The first one was dealing with Marty's reaction of exhaustion to anti-nausea medication. Jules thought he should fake a fainting episode so he could rest. The second part is later on in the story (um, I think?), where the characters are locked up and Marty's a bit queasy.
...Marty looked distinctly uneasy with Jules' words. "What should we do, then?" he whispered.
Jules glanced around again, noting with satisfaction that the crew members in sight were still fully occupied with their own little tasks. "I think you should feign a fainting episode, which could be blamed from the bump on your head."
Marty glanced up towards the top of his head, then returned his gaze to Jules. "And how would that help us out?"
"It would likely allow you a chance to sleep off the medication's side-effect in peace," Jules said. "After all, fainting could not be blamed on your being lazy or going against orders, now, could it?"
Marty yawned again. "You think?"
Jules nodded slowly. "I believe such a ruse would work," he said. "Now stand up."
Marty got to his feet. "What do you want me to do?"
Jules gestured to the deck, standing himself. "Just fall over. I'll take care of the rest. And don't movenot even if you're in an uncomfortable position!"
Marty looked at him with skepticism again. "I don't know if they'll fall for this."
"They will if you pretend to be unconscious," Jules predicted. "So go on, just fall down."
Marty shrugged. "Fine." He took a deep breath, then fell backwards. Jules looked down at him a moment.
"Ready?" he whispered.
"Mmhmm," Marty muttered, faintly.
...his voice sounding strange. Jennifer picked up on it immediately.
"What's wrong?" she asked anxiously. "Are you going to faint?"
"No, but I think I'm going to throw up," Marty said in that same odd voice. Jennifer nodded once.
"Just a second," she said. She looked at Jules. "The bucket."
Jules picked up a bucket from the floor next to the bed and passed it to Jennifer, who handed it to Marty. Marty looked at them all, his cheeks suddenly flushing. "Do you all have to stare at me now?" he whispered.
"Sorry," Jennifer, Jules, and Verne said, all at once, averting their eyes. Marty turned around, facing the wall, and threw up in the bucket. Verne made a face and took a step back, completely disgusted. When he was done, Marty lifted his head up and....